Proof The Bible Is True

As a preteen city kid, I was a little nervous that first night of our Girl Scout campout in the Appalachian Mountains. I’d never set up a tent before, for one thing. “Looks good and sturdy,” one of the troop leaders said when she inspected our work. “It’s supposed to be windy tonight.”

 

We had dinner around the campfire and got ready for bed. The leaders headed off to their own tent nearby. As soon as we curled up in our sleeping bags, the wind started to howl. A huge gust hit the tent and a section collapsed. We all squeezed in close where the tent held in place. I didn’t expect to get much sleep.

 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” someone whispered.

 

“I’ll be your buddy,” another said. They slipped outside. A few minutes later we heard footsteps. The collapsed tent section lifted up. The poles clicked back into place. It was fixed!

 

“Thanks for fixing the tent!” I said when the girls returned.

 

“What are you talking about?” they asked. We figured one of the troop leaders had come to our rescue instead, and we were glad to be able to spread out again. The wind died down, and I surprisingly got a good night’s sleep.

 

The next morning, none of the troop leaders took credit for shoring up our tent. But I wasn’t nervous anymore. Girl Scouts are always prepared to help out when needed. So are angels.

 

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